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Geneva was dressed with a white suit that dragged on the floor of the church for some meters. It walked excited to braccetto with his/her father. You/they had chosen not to use the Sardinian customs. The gloves with muffs of silk wove him with the sleeves of the dark suit of Pietro. The chiesetta of Santa Barbara was full of people. Lucio was already in front of the altar and you/he/she was waiting for her/it. He/she wore a suit color bronze that tuned up him with the reddish hair, that sprouted from under the cylinder. It tightened in hand a shiny baton from lord English, with the knob of botryoid silver. Geneva felt him miss the breath, Lucio it was very beautiful. They were enfeebled also the imperfections of his/her face that on her, they didn't make anymore however some effect.
Don Usa it widened her/it the braccias to welcome the bridegrooms. When they exchanged the gold faiths, their hands trembled as the pulsation of the wings of a swallow. The eyes in Geneva sparkled, those of Lucio were damp of emotion.
«The bridegroom can kiss his/her bride!» it said Mr. It uses her after having officially married them.
Geneva crossed the smile of his/her father that he/she cried of joy. Winning for an instant the tension, it made him the occhiolino.
Geneva scrutinized Lucio in all of his/her grandeur. He slowly bent him approaching the mouth to his. Their lips were kissed and Geneva perceived a hot heat. Then more nothing.
You woke up suddenly, with the lips leaned on the car window of the car made red hot by the sun. You/he/she had dreamt: a very beautiful dream, unattainable. He/she knew that the dreams lasted at the most three seconds and he/she wondered as it was possible that that three seconds of dream could have been more intense than the whole rest of its life.
The automobile marched to rilento long avenue Littorio. Geneva banged the forehead in light way against the glass of the back car window. In front of the hospital he/she saw to walk a youth with in arm his/her little brother, it was too much small to be his/her mother. The small one seemed to acknowledge that look truffaldino and it bursted to laugh. Geneva responded with a smile.
The auto accelerated. You/he/she was conducted by uncle Ciro, the most greater brother of his/her father, gone down by Caserta to bring her/it in the country native of the family Troise. Geneva saw to get further the building of the direction and the bell tower of the church of Santa Barbara it became the point of a sting. You/he/she had decided to attend the end of the war distant from Montevecchio, distant from that place of mines in which you/they were him and thousand of life would have woven still. Existences it spent to the pursuit of happiness. You/they had grazed her, in some case touch, but ever grabbed concretely. Montevecchio was destined to leave an indelible furrow in the Sardinian culture. You/he/she would have occupied first the memory and during the years the myth.
But to Geneva it was not enough, she intended to also abandon forever his/her Sardinia. A remote earth as the time, lived by ancestral people knotted him with different and distant cultures. Earth so longeva to be contained inside of itself a lot of more histories to be told in comparison to other civilizations. Histories of life and death, histories of joy and suffering; simply men's histories. Histories that in the silence of the night you/they could be listened, bawls that originating from the obscurity tormented Geneva, recalling her every day thing had been his/her life.
Geneva came down from a human stock, it doesn't divine, and therefore you/he/she had been forced to accept his/her parents, the aspect, the social class and, in particolar way, the intensity with which to be loved by the people that you/they had surrounded her. But she had been fortunate, because if you/he/she had been able to choose, you/he/she would have opted for the same father and mother that the destiny had assigned her. You/he/she had been born very beautiful and in a good family. But the greatest fortune had been the love of his/her mother, that he/she hardly remembered, as the love of his/her father and that still more personnel of Lucio. They were people that had given her liberty not to feel himself/herself/themselves oppressed by his/her only unpaid customs the epilepsy.
You/he/she had paid Lucio and you/he/she had paid his/her father, while she was there, in trip, long live and free. You/they had paid the people that you/he/she more had loved and more you/they had loved her, and he/she thought that if she were dead everything that you/he/she would never be happened.
You caressed the abdomen and that idea him volatilizzò in the air. In womb it guarded his/her creature, fruit of the inconsiderate love with Lucio. It was the last gift that his beloved had done her before leaving her/it and it was the last confirmation that the doctor Saints you/he/she had given her before the departure for Caserta. Something that came her from inside it incontestably told her that it dealt with a female. Lucy would have called her in honor of the disappeared father.
His/her uncle Ciro scrutinized her/it from the small mirror retrovisore and saw a thoughtful face. Geneva was as Lucio: a very beautiful but fragile body as the lead. A soul of zinc, able to preserve inside his/her heart all the feelings. You/he/she would have been simpler if you/he/she had had a body of zinc, able to hold back the life and a lead soul that it allowed her to send away the sufferings that he brought behind. To Montevecchio all was made of lead and zinc, also the mountains, from the hard façade as the lead, but ready to crumble himself/herself/themselves under the strength of the downpours. Instead the sea was of zinc, icy the whole day and heat during the night, made hermetic by an invisible patina that held back the strength of the sun.
Geneva wondered, after the past of his/her mother and his/her present, sooner or later the demon of the epilepsy would also have roused the hideaway of his/her daughter, removing her dreams of teen-ager and changing them in torments.
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